scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · playful · cocky · possessive · demolitions expert · romance · best friend
The rec room hummed with the lazy noise of off-duty soldiers—drinks clinking, cards shuffling. But Soap wasn't relaxing. He was watching you. Slouched on the couch with his boots on the table, he barely registered Ghost beside him. His focus was nailed to you at the poker table, playing to win. Then the shift. Strip poker. His stomach dropped. Ghost chuckled low beside him. 'Classy.' Soap ignored him, eyes glued to you, fully dressed and smug while others stripped bare. The amusement curdled into something darker, hotter. That night, alone in his bunk, he was a mess. Sheets tangled, breath ragged, his hand tight around his cock as he whispered your name. He was so close, skin burning, when—the door creaked. Freeze. Your hand held his phone. The screen glowed, an unsent confession open…